[Intro: Doc Gruesome]
Yeah! Ayy! Ah ooh! You know! We about to do it like this one time! About to do it for my fuckin' people! You know I got my motherfuckin' people in the house! Yu-F-Oh in this bitch! You know it's Illtrix in this motherfucker! Ayy! Yeah! Ayy! Yeah! Okay!
[Verse 1: Doc Gruesome]
Open up the door, you smell the smoke, bitch, hurry up and buy
Gas station, ho, we feel the need and then we spark and fly (Spark and fly)
Fuck about your feelings, slangin' gas and makin' killings (Ah ooh!)
Only thing I know so when the Trixtas in the building (Ah ooh!)
Bitch, the chopper be singin' like the Sunday choir
Stomp on your head 'til my feet get tired (Get tired)
Shoot up your block, you was seen with a wire (Bitch!)
Barrel get hot like the piece is on fire
Go back up to the spot, we cook the coke up 'til it rock (Coke up'til it rock)
Head back to the station and we slang it to the block
And fuck the cops that's plottin' on me, ho, make me catch a body, though (Nah!)
Fuckin' on the opps, bitches, I think that shit is comical (Lil bitch)
Fuck it, try and stop me though, I wish a pussy would (Pussy would)
Let me finish with this blunt and pull up in yo hood
Thought shit was good until it wasn't that (Wasn't that)
Ain't no time to run it back (Run that back)
Bullet hit yo heart and send your body to a cardiac (Lil bitch)
Come up to the station, we got everything you need and more (And more)
If you ain't makin' a purchase, fuck up out my liquor store (Ah ooh!)
[Skit 1]
Fuck man, what's good? I really need some Henny and some Swishers and some Magnums. Don't play with me. I got some food stamps. Let me know if you tryin' to help me out
[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
We at the gas station, baby, go and get you what you need (Get you what you need)
A 40 from the back and a Swisher for your tree
We at the gas station, bitch, go on, get you what you want (What you want)
If you try and rob us you can meet us at the front, we at the gas station
[Verse 2: Lil Manyak & LoF!]
Hello, welcome, you can call me Yak 'cause
We got drank, bud, and always grippin' on our flappers
Bitch you ain't even a factor, rainin' shells like natural disaster (Yup)
As bullets ricochet in the back all you hear is laughter
If you try to leave the store (no) put your nose up on the floor
We count out the 40s you can pour, the front is the front and the back is a morgue
So take your pick right out here, six feet across you're sick of us
You're gettin' stabbed, you tryna cut, put shit in your pockets to test your luck
[Verse 3: LoF!]
We got this on lock, come and test it, all your bad habits you could invest in
Everything to everything you second guessin'
At least we're makin' money, what a blessing
We're quick to serve anyone (yup), pull some guns to have some fun (Pow)
Barrels blast, you better run
Huh? It burns? Yeah, pop some Tums
If you got a need, we'll fill it quick, Ibuprofen to a busted lip
No morals here, never gave a shit, come meet the homies, The Furnace, The Clique
So when you steppin' you better be strictly 'bout some business
It's nothin' to me to hide somebody in some ditches, lil bitches
[Skit 2]
Man what you mean you can't fuck with me? I've been goin' to church with your auntie since I was three years old
Bruh, like, you can talk to my manger, but I really can't do shit for you
[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
We at the gas station, baby, go and get you what you need (Get you what you need)
A 40 from the back and a Swisher for your tree
We at the gas station, bitch, go on, get you what you want (What you want)
If you try and rob us you can meet us at the front, we at the gas station
[Verse 4: Tre Xavier]
Gettin' some gas and some snacks (yeah), maybe some butane for dabs
Also I'm thirsty, I know that you heard me, I plan to keep burnin' your ass
Gi-Gi-Give me that shit from the back, special ones, don't need a pack
I want a snack! I've got my Swishers and Dutches and muffins
And they gon' be lookin' like he hoardin' racks
I'm on a tab and I ain't talkin' 'bout Lucy, I drove today here in a hooptie
Ain't never been bougie, ain't catch a nigga in Gucci
I'm spinnin' my moochie, my foolie remember to screw me?
No, I ain't askin' for much, throw me a dub, show me some love
Give me a reason to not run it up and then come up in here with a mask and a gun and then bust
[Verse 5: LoF!]
Hold up! Hold up!
This a stickup, go and give me all of the cash
Drop that 1942 and the Swishers in the bag (Yeah)
Walkin' slowly to the safe hidin' in the fuckin' back
Then I popped his ass once, left him bleedin' by the trash
Pour-Pour-Pour this gasoline, set this bitch on fire
Talkin' out your mouth get you talkin' through a wire
Grab the videotapes and the evidence expires
Dippin' out the back, hear the skeet from the tires (Skrrt)
Pull up to the crib and we splittin' up the pile
Fiendin' on my M's 'cause we gotta stay alive (Livin')
Stuff it in my pockets like the shit is really mine (I'm gone)
Five-finger discount, $3.99
[Skit 3]
All right bro listen
Man I'm tired of this bullshit. Y'all motherfuckers always tryin' to play with me
Oh yeah? We playin'?
And guess what? I really blast on this shit
[Chorus: Doc Gruesome]
We at the gas station, baby, go and get you what you need (Get you what you need)
A 40 from the back and a Swisher for your tree
We at the gas station, bitch, go on, get you what you want (What you want)
If you try and rob us you can meet us at the front, we at the gas station
